My daughter didn’t argue further.
But I could feel her disapproval filling the car.
« It’s just sad, that’s all, » she murmured. « Family shouldn’t be this broken. »
« You didn’t hear the things she said. »
« Some things can’t be fixed, » I said. « Please, just take me home. »
We drove the rest of the way in silence.
***
That night, sitting alone in my quiet kitchen, I looked at the calendar Richard used to mark our appointments.
Every entry was in his handwriting.
« Some things can’t be fixed, »
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